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Nick Hornby makes lit-crit as entertaining as your favorite novel with this collection of witty and expansive book columns for the Believer magazine. Hornby is open about a book's limitations, and brutally honest about his own, but when he loves a book, his enthusiasm is utterly contagious. Recommended by Georgie, Powells.com

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In this latest collection of essays following Housekeeping vs. the Dirt, critic and author Nick Hornby continues the feverish survey of his swollen bookshelves, offering funny, intelligent, and unblinkered account of the stuff he's been reading. Ranging from the middlebrow to the highbrow (with unrepenting dips into the lowbrow), Hornby's dispatches from his nightstand table serve as useful guides to the contemporary literary scene. Purchasing more books than he can read in the month allotted to him, Hornby nevertheless manages to speed through an impressive amount of material, and his choices often strike into deep, odd places. Hornby's book reviews are suffused with wit, ire, and loving insight. He can be trusted to point out which books are ridiculously unfunny, which books can be read incognito for their naughtiness, and most urgently, which books can bring themselves "all the way through the long march to your soul."

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In this latest collection of essays following The Polysyllabic Spree, critic and author Nick Hornby continues the feverish survey of his swollen bookshelves, offering a funny, intelligent, and unblinkered account of the stuff he's been reading. Ranging from the middlebrow to the highbrow (with unrepenting dips into the lowbrow), Hornby's dispatches from his nightstand table serve as useful guides to contemporary letters, with revelations on contemporary culture, the intellectual scene, and English football, in equal measure.

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Christopher Stuart, March 19, 2008 (view all comments by Christopher Stuart)
I should say first that the two weeks I spent vacationing with the author on the Isle of Samos at the expense of the publisher in no way affected my judgment regarding Nick Hornby’s brilliant work Housekeeping vs. The Dirt.

In fact, the nearly daily delay in obtaining fresh towels after our swim in the Aegean were a constant reminder that my vigilance as an unbiased guardian of literature remained on solid ground, (as shifting as it seemed during the beach volleyball games with the Venezuelan women’s national team—again flown in by the publisher, who it turns out is not a faceless mega-national corporation, but a rather charming, though obviously overworked, fortysomething woman named Adrienne whose last name I never caught.)

I write fortysomething, because Nick Hornby, in the 1990s, was the progenitor of the thirtysomething novel. He achieved a kind of international literary success with his books High Fidelity and This Boy’s Life, or rather About a Boy, the other having been written by Tobias Wolff, my apologies. One of my first complaints is that the Powerbook I was given by Nick’s manager during the book tour includes a rather inferior piece of dictation software, but there doesn’t seem to be anything we can do about it, so let’s press on.

My second complaint is that there isn’t enough Britishisms in the book. You never hear him say “telly” or “lift” or “boot” or “biscuit” when he means cookie or “cookie” when he means “biscuit,” which leads me to the conclusion that the book was edited to appeal to an American audience, which is to this reviewer a rather obtuse attempt at lowering the author’s previously middlish-to-high standards in the hopes of selling more books. Well, if that’s the case, then it’s a rather close run thing that he’s getting any kudos at all. But, in the end, the book won me over.

This is a collection of unconventional book reviews written from February 2005 to July 2006 for a magazine called The Believer, based rather mysteriously in San Francisco, and run by what he refers to as the “Polysyllabic Spree”—white-robed acolytes of literature who burn the midnight oil at both ends in an attempt to void the collective literary colon of all disagreeable exegeses and mixed metaphors.
These are not so much reviews as ways for the author to make money by writing about books. Still, like the two weeks we spent on Samos, there is something here for everyone. The premise of the column can best be expressed by the author, who I might as well quote at this point, “So this column was going to be different. Yes, I would be paid for it, but I would be paid to write about what I would have done anyway, which was read the books I wanted to read. And if I felt that mood, morale, concentration levels, weather, or family history had affected my relationship with a book, I could and would say so.”

While I beg to differ with Nicky over this issue—I claim that there are indeed objective standards that can, and must, be adhered to—I will give him this: that there is room in the reviewing trade for a casual approach to discussing literature. Indeed, I found it charming and disarmingly naive for an established author to dip into the darker waters of literary review. And while his first few strokes were confident, and he finishes well, there are many months (it’s a monthly column) where he founders in search of a life-preserver, or at least of a fetching metaphor.
For the professional, unbiased, objective reviewer, like myself, who treads these perilous waters for a living, is it enough to order the flambé while pointing out that there is a standard which must be upheld or else we shall sink into the abyss of subjectivism, where nutbush57 in Omaha can write an online review and sway the course of Western Civilization?

While Nick’s choice of books runs the gamut from the Letters of Philip Larkin to Zadie Smith’s On Beauty and back to John Carey’s What Good Are The Arts? with a sharp turn to Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead and a swoop and a duck beneath Voltaire’s Candide and a mad dash to Sarah Vowell’s Assassination Vacation and under the fence again to Freakonomics, Nickie constantly berates himself for not having read enough, read poorly, or for having given in to a predilection for television and pop music, which in a quieter moment he confides that he considers rubbish except for a few bars of Mahler, but makes quite a nice living off of.

On the whole then, while the crepes tended to wilt in the afternoon, the reader will enjoy this book as much as I enjoyed my time in the Aegean, but would caution that Housekeeping vs. the Dirt does indeed contain a rather liberal amount of indentations.

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Jeane, March 6, 2008 (view all comments by Jeane)
I love reading what Nick Hornby says about books and the reading experience. I found that I related more to Housekeeping vs the Dirt than its predecessor, The Polysyllabic Spree, perhaps because he mentioned more American works, and I have either heard of, read or want to read about a third of what was discussed. So it was nice to be able to relate more directly, and not just in the general sense of being a book lover. All in all, an astonishing good and funny collection of thoughts on reading.

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Gary Wood, February 26, 2007 (view all comments by Gary Wood)
Having read Mr. Hornby's first collection of essays The Polysyllabic Spree, I was thrilled to read another. What's so fun about Mr. Hornby's literary musings is his absolute passion for books; finding, shopping, searching, collecting, and even reading. I love the opening page of each essay: books bought and books read, and how excited I get when I see a book I have read on his "books read" column. All of these essays are originally published in the literary magazine The Believer, but I so rarely remember to pick up the magazine, I read them for the first time in book form. Anyone that loves books, the collecting and the reading, will thouroughly enjoy Housekeeping vs. the Dirt.

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Nick Hornby makes lit-crit as entertaining as your favorite novel with this collection of witty and expansive book columns for the Believer magazine. Hornby is open about a book's limitations, and brutally honest about his own, but when he loves a book, his enthusiasm is utterly contagious.

by Georgie

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In this latest collection of essays following The Polysyllabic Spree, critic and author Nick Hornby continues the feverish survey of his swollen bookshelves, offering a funny, intelligent, and unblinkered account of the stuff he's been reading. Ranging from the middlebrow to the highbrow (with unrepenting dips into the lowbrow), Hornby's dispatches from his nightstand table serve as useful guides to contemporary letters, with revelations on contemporary culture, the intellectual scene, and English football, in equal measure.

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